Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...
OUT OF HER EYES
lashes, weary or drops
to roll down alabaster
cheeks, bloodless lips
her legs pale pillars of
marble, delicately veined,
pale blue rivers flowing
south from her heartbreak
and i wish i was dead inside
of her, inside the graves
of her eyes.
notes: the title of this poem comes from tiffany’s “sits weeping in your desert”
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Deleuze and Guattari: An Introduction to the Politics of Desire (Published in association with Theor by Dr Philip Goodchild
Glottal Stop: 101 Poems by Paul Celan (Wesleyan Poetry) by Paul. Celan
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